Outer Planar High; Pilot

[The Goblin King]

Dr. Noseferatu drones on,
"Muhldra." A pause.
"Muhldra." Another pause.
"Muhldra." The ancient hand lifts the quill to mark him absent. A voice in the back of the class calls out, "I think he is sick."
Dewey suddenly comes back to reality with a start. He bolts upright thereby knocking his desk over with a loud BOOM. His papers and books scatter.
"Sir! Dewey Muhldra! Present, sir!" After a suprised second of total silence a few snickers go around the room. Dewey turns bright red as the snickers turn into giggles. He picks up his desk and books then shrinks down trying to compact his already small Gnomish form into something utterly unnoticable.
"Gond, give me strength. If the rest of my day goes like this there is a 89% probability I shall be needing it." Dewey prays.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Craeleric looks at the various beings with no small amount of distaste. Wandering off... ignoring a direct question... bah. "Instincts are all well and good, Vandredi, but discipline beats twice the amount of instinct any day." He turns to Trakko. "What exercise are we performing today?"

 

[Robbert Raets]

"Well, Craeleric, we could take after the example of Daralyn and H'rry and test our fighting skills? Kome, I can take you both at the same time!" Says the demonic bug with something akin to a grin on his mandibles. He aims his claws at the both of you.

 

[Robbert Raets]

"Silence!!" Booms the voice of the History teacher. "Mister Muhldra, I hope the next time you speak up when I call your name, because otherwise you will be spending a long time in detention!" Noseferatu continues the list of students, eventually ending with: "Alural the Succubus?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Even as he draws his sword and circles around, attempting to flank the insectoid, Craeleric asks "Isn't there some worry of serious injury or..." he springs foreward, his hertiage focusing his mind perfectly for a two-handed downward strike, "death?"

ooc: True strike special ability, attempt to flank and surprise the bug.

 

[Kalanyr]

Moving instinctively into a fighting position Vandredi draws his Greatsword and moves to a flanking position.

 

[Sixchan]

Alural leans to the side so she has a clear view of the Doctor. "Heeerrree Sir!"She blinks a few times in his direction and smiles in one corner of her mouth.

 

[Robbert Raets]

(OOC: I just can't frellin' believe this....)

As both Craleric and Vandredi jump forward, Trakko is surprised by their speed. Barely able to dodge Vandredi's blade, he falls squarely onto the Long Arm of Justice, falling to the floor with a gaping wound in his carapace.

 

[Robbert Raets]

Dr. Nosefaratu stares at Alural for a long time, seemingly contemplating something important. The whole class waits in anticipation while he licks his lips, and suddenly snaps out of it.
"Vell, the introductions are over. I am Doctor Bernard Noseferatu, your History teacher. I will tell you about the things that happened long ago on the Planes, in Sigil, and places you have never dreamed ov before!"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Craeleric immediatly seathes his greatsword and looks at his celestial companion. "I believe your kind has some healing talents...?"